Message-ID: <6937eli$9801021614@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: myschief@aol.com (Myschief) Subject: Lunch For 3 (m/f, m, voy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19980102063501.BAA02981@ladder01.news.aol.com> I hope you enjoy my story. I am a 27 year old women who loves to read and write erotica. If you would like to send me a comment I can be reached at myschief1@juno.com Lunch For 3 by: Myschief The sun peaks over the mountains as she steps out onto the sandy path. Stretching for a few minutes she then sets off for her 5 mile jog. Hours before a thunderstorm had soaked the earth, leaving the Palo Verde’s that lined the path moist and glistening in the early morning sun. She inhales deeply, enjoying the clean fresh smells that are so invigorating after a desert thunderstorm. Running along the desert trail has always been a great way for her to forget the pressures of the office and life. After her run she heads for the office, getting there early as usual. Her office on 28th floor is where she does most of her best brainstorming. She made her way up the stairs on this beautiful July morning, thinking of all the things she had to finish before the weekend. Fridays were always so busy and she hated to bring work home from the office and Jim has promised the proposal for the Zephren account would be finished today. She was looking forward to her meeting with the owner later that afternoon regarding the new advertising campaign. If she pulls this one off she will be handed a nice raise at the end of this quarter. Not that she didn’t deserve the raise anyway. She worked her ass off for this company and had gotten and kept many of their biggest clients. Advertising had always come easy to her, she never had a problem taking any business or product and making it simply irresistible. She sits down on her oversized black leather chair behind the light oak desk that is cluttered with scraps of paper. Remembering that she has emailed herself an outline of her next campaign she leans over to turn on the computer. Getting her mail she smiles as she sees one come in from a man she has been dating on and off for a few months now. He is always catching her off guard with nasty little emails he sometimes sends her. The one she opens today goes into detail about what he would like to do to her later on that evening. She smiles getting excited just thinking about their last date together. He has always been able to bring her to orgasm numerous times. A sly smile comes to her lips as she types a reply to his email. ‘Lunch? Eat me at my office at 11:30’ After sending the email she decides that her first move should be to get her desk cleaned off. The morning goes by fast. Lost in her work she doesn’t even look up as John enters the room and quietly walks up behind her. Standing behind her, he watches as she types something on her computer. She has taken off her shoes and he can see the deep rep nail polish that she loves to wear on her toes. The nylons are nude, barely noticeable. His eyes run up her leg and he notices the small slit that runs up the side of the short navy skirt. Loving the subtle lines of her calf muscles, the taunt curve of her ass as she leans forward in her chair. He hair is up today, the style she prefers for the office. Her auburn hair is only disturbed by the occasional streaks of blond she gets from the strong desert sun. He smiles as he remembers their last swim in her backyard pool. She loves to swim naked. She has no tans lines, saying that if she is going to get wrinkles they might as well be everywhere. He bends to kiss her softly on the nape of her neck, startling her. She smiles after her initial shock and kisses him softly on the lips. ‘Glad you could make it.’ She whispers in his ear. ‘The email you sent gave me quite an appetite. Care to get started on the weekend a little early?’ He responded with another kiss, but this time it was much more firm. She turns and embraces him as they kiss. He lifts her up onto the desk, pushing aside papers so that she will be comfortable. He reaches out and starts to undo the buttons on the front of her jacket. Slowly removing it from her shoulders. She is wearing a flimsy white shirt underneath. Running his hands down her arms he reaches her elbows and gently raises her arms above her head removing her shirt easy and quickly. The lacy bra cups her breasts. He bends down and gently kisses her cleavage removing the bra and letting it drop to the floor. Running his hand down to her skirt, he feels her tremble slightly. Slipping the skirt off, then the shoes and nylons. Her panties are already wet, he pulls them down to join the pile of clothes on the floor. He moves down kissing her stomach, making slow circles with his tongue. Stroking her thighs with his powerful hands, he slides then under her ass and raises her up to meet his soft lips. She moans as his tongue passes over her for the first time. She relaxes and gives into him completely. Her eyes are closed, she moves her hips as he uses his fingers and mouth to pleasure her. Tilting her head forward she opens her eyes to watch him, she notices with a jolt that a man is watching her from outside her 28th floor window! The window washer stood at least 6 feet tall wearing blue denim cutoff shorts and a white T-shirt. His dark blond hair tousled from the wind. John never stopped what he was doing, lost in pleasing her. She just watched the stranger at first, not sure how she felt about his spying. He made no move to hide his interest at what was happening in front of him. She watched as he began to undo the top button of his shorts. A smile played across his lips. She couldn’t believe that she was actually allowing this to go on. He had no right! But then again, he was extremely good looking. The muscles on his arms were well defined and shining in the hot afternoon sun. She had never dated a man of this size but had often admired them at the local gym. He had his shorts open in front by now and she could see that he had on no underwear and a quite an erection. His hand encircled his hard cock and she found it to be extremely exciting. She moaned again as John continued to use his fingers, plunging his tongue into her, tasting her sweet nectar. She couldn’t take her eyes off the man outside her window, not even caring at this point if John knew. The stranger had begun to stroke himself, quickly matching the grinding movements of her hips. His eyes never left her as she pushed her hips even higher into the air. Holding John’s head tightly with her hand, grinding into him. Her orgasm hit her with a force that she had not expected and she lost all control. Her legs tightening, the rush of pleasure running through her belly, up her heaving chest, down her legs. John had started to make his way up her body, kissing her as he did. Their lips meet with fierce passion, she tasted herself as she dove her tongue deeper into his mouth. John went on to kiss her neck again and she watched over his shoulder at the man on the ledge. ‘Take me now, I want you inside me.’ She demanded in John’s ear. John pushed her back slightly, holding his cock in one hand he moved it to her swollen clit, rubbing against it with just enough pressure to make her gasp. She moved her hips to meet him, aching to feel him inside of her. He teased her, putting just the head in and then quickly backing away. On the ledge, her muscular jock was staring straight at her, working his manhood with deftness and passion. Finally, John entered her, hard and fast. She leaned back, a loud moan escaping her lips. He plunged deeper each time he entered her, holding her ass tightly in his hands. She had never been this turned on before in her life. Her orgasm building quickly she watched the stranger, he was near as well. Small beads of sweat had begun to trickle down his tanned face, he braced himself on the window pane, his palm wet. She climaxed, powerfully, never taking her eyes off the stranger. He came, never taking his eyes off her body. John held her tightly as her strong muscles contracted on him, taking away his last ounce of control. He came, grinding into her. As their breathing slowed he whispered to her that she was incredible. The stranger was now moving out of sight, smiling at her as he adjusted his shorts. She notices a hand print on her window, the only sign that he was even there. Dressed now, she and John sat and discussed their weekend plans. She walked him to the door and gave him one final deep kiss. He smiled and pulled back. ‘I have never seen you get so into it, I loved it.’ She smiles, putting her hands around his neck. ‘Guess I’ll just have to open my eyes more often.’ MP 1/1/98, 11:02 p.m. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |